Ruby couldn't stop the smile that spread around her first sip of vodka and spiced tomato juice- a mischievous and not-so-benign spark in her dark eyes.
"Originally?" she asked, almost sweetly. The temptation to tell him where she was born- not in a human sense, but born to who she was now- was so strong she could taste it over the Tobasco. Here in what was essentially Fanfiction Land, she didn't exactly give much of a fuck anymore who knew what she was. Homicidal Douche Winchester would probably tell anybody in earshot anyway.
But would he believe her? More importantly, would it spoil her chances for fun with him later?
"A small town on the French/Spain border," she opted for one version of the truth. For now. "But it's been so long, no one here can tell. Now my turn." Ruby winked. "What did you say to our friend, the bartender?"